The film has become a classic of independent film and a cult hit. It was named "Greatest Independent Film of all Time" by Empire magazine. Reservoir Dogs was generally well received, and the cast was praised by many critics. Although it was not given much promotion upon release, the film became a modest success in the United States after grossing $2,832,029, recouping its $1.2 million budget. The film was more successful in the United Kingdom, grossing nearly £6.5 million, and it achieved higher popularity after the success of Tarantino's next film, Pulp Fiction (1994). A soundtrack was released featuring songs used in the film, which are mostly from the 1970s.

Background

Bliss, Eso, 360, Pez, Drapht, and Seth Sentry wrote the song over a group e-mail and later recorded it together. When speaking of the other rappers writing their verses, Eso said "We left it up to their own interpretation, we didn't say (to them) 'Alright the song's about this', we wanted all the boys to jump on and put their own spice to it". Bliss said that the idea behind the 'Reservoir Dogs' title came from '6 MC's on the track, and the movie Reservoir Dogs is about 6 individuals all with a different colour, so we based it on that with everyone just coming together with their own colour". Bliss n Eso also had plans for a music video, however one would never be released, this is perhaps due to the track's poor chart performance in comparison to other singles from Circus in the Sky.

Plot

The video game has the same story as the movie but goes into more detail. It remains faithful to the film, with gamers able to play all the key characters. It follows the progress and planning of the diamond heist, and reveals some of the events which only took place off-screen in the film itself. The game consists of both third-person shooting and driving sections.
The game mechanics encourages the player to take hostages and avoid mass-slaughter: both in the ratings system, where a player may be rated as a "Psycho" if many opponents are killed, or a "Professional" if they are not.

It also features the full and original soundtrack from the movie, the so-called K-Billy's Super Sounds of the Seventies. Of the original actors, only Michael Madsen provides his likeness and voice acting for the game.

Reservoir Dogs

Fuck -- shit is real right hereRoc-a-Fella, LOX, takin the streets over motherfuckersDon't get it twistedYo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyoYo shut the fuck up 'fore I blast and Banned From TV your asswith no mask, look at the camera like what?Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the court committedTo the death of me, I'm spaz like I'm on EcstasyDrop 100 bars for real like I'm lookin for a dealIf I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than them African kidsI ain't straight til my numbers match the Motorola ?bid?And walk the streets up in ? ? like I don't fuckin careIf I ain't strapped that means I took em off my Nike AirsGet off mine, y'all talk shit like little childrenwhen I ride mine like bitched when I walk up in the buildingCause I catch tans in the winter, with wild whoresJet-skiin, while you keep warm at corner storesI make it hot, floodin your block, the best wayProfessionally, they'll find poison in your X-RayAs I get roasted lookin at Biggie posted on my wallTakin shots of Louie til I fallNuttin to lose, just load the clip up in the grooveand kick rhymes to the poster, til I swear Big moveMy team, you would think was on ThorazineHow we floss and don't give a fuck what it's cost-ingYo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's time to apply it nowPick out a quiet town and tie it downMake niggaz lock it down, y'all know where to buy it nowBeanie Mac I supply it nowMy squad roll deep, in foreign cars with two seatsCouple of 5's, a 6, a few JeepsBag enough coke to last a few weeksIn case niggaz wanna test, vest and a few heatsYou really wanna test my name? And test my game?Until you have me, test my aim?Y'all niggaz nuts, like testriclesHit you up in your apartment buildin vestibulePerhaps it's best for you, to keep on walkinHeat from the noggin, keep on sparkinPlatinum prezzie, Bezzie, stay sparklinCop off the lot never see me at the auctionPint of Bacardi darken, when it's hawkinOut on the strip, until I reach the marginNot tryin to meet the Seargeant, at the precinctEatin cheese sandwiches, down for the weekendLocked up with dirty white boys and RicansNow if I kill you I probably do ten in the boxCome down on appeal then I'm killin your popsYou feelin The LOX, nigga why you grillin The LOXIf this rap shit don't work niggaz still in the spotYou bring it to me, I gotta lose your familyGangstas don't die, they get chubby, and move to MiamiShit is deep now dog but it gets deeperFuck it, the weather's nice and the price is much cheaperI put it on tape, you gon' buy it, I put it in a bagyou gon' try it, y'all niggaz can't deny itLot of cats still tryin to study my last bounceTell you what, get a beat tape and a half ounceThey got me where I can't be without my large gatTeflon long sleeve, and my hardhatDon't matter if I'm openin up, or headlineDoin the speed limit or pushin red linesSix months in the county or fed timeI'ma be the 'Kiss nigga, until it's bedtimeAnything I'm on is a classic, any niggaever had beef with, son is a bastardAnytime I spit, spit acid, L.O.X.Ruffryder you heard? We got the game masteredI told you the pain was cominYou wouldn't listenYou tried to play me like a joke?Now who got the last laugh?Now take these bullets with you to hellYou motherfuckers is sick, don't think Sauce the shitSo many niggaz on my nuts I thought I lost my dickPicture me fallin off, I'm camera shyHammers fly, might miss you, but your man'll dieWhat's the difference? Either way I'm stunnin your crewI fuck to win, y'all niggaz comin to loseSomethin to prove? Spit it, we can have a sprayoffI lay off wet niggaz and kill em on my day offAin't nuttin for me to bust a trey offMurder the whole month of April nigga, just to take May offRun with more Germans than Adolf, you light crewsNow I concentrate on your camp, like JewsFlow hot like a heatwave bitchWhips fatter than them shits they beat slaves withI'm a meal stackin nigga who pull quick, still packinfor you Phil Jackson niggaz on that BullI don't give a FUCK who you are, so FUCK who you areI don't care about a pretty bitch, watch or a carI don't care about your block and whoever you shotI don't care about your album and whenever it dropI don't care about your past if I did I woulda askedI'm too busy lightin 'dro with a whole lotta hashFar as this rap shit, I'm ten steps ahead of niggazShootin backwards, just for practiceRide or die nigga, hoppin in your casketBout to go to hell with you, blow the L with youTell the whole world I'm spittin let em know the shells hit youI tell niggaz quick, suck dick and get a glockMy name ring bells like Sunday at twelve o'clockI'm half past seven, bust six then elevenYou know me, slide my man my joint say reload meI ruffryde and pop a fella for Roc-a-FellaJay (what the fuck) spendin mozzarellaI know pop you can't stand us cause you cock them hammersRun in your crib, no prisoners, pop your grandmaLocked in the slammer? Nope, popped up in AtlantaCrossed up in a drop I popped up the antennaWhoa.. watch your manners when my veins pop like scannersLike raindrops you hear the thunder when I cock the cannonBig thang, big chains, ain't shit changedGet brained in the four dot six RangeShit main, switch lanesevery town I hit, switch planes, bitch flipped big caineFlow with no cut, you take it in vain/vein to the brainMuh'fukas is noddin and throwin up, you know thatYou don't wanna owe that manHe'll hit you, get the picture? Kodak manGotta, love for war, I don't floss no moreI just sit on my money til I'm above the lawHow the fuck you gonna stop us with your measly assesWe don't stop at the tolls we got EZ passes, niggaMultiple cars and divas with D-classesIceberg sweat with I.B. on the elasticShit, beyotch! What the fuck, ya heard me?